#i was going to do the second prompt but!

[vnknowcrow]

Hi!

For the ocs doodle asks, one of these for Cain? (👻/🎄/👖)

Hey! Thanks for the ask.

I felt creative so I did two of the prompts I just searched up fallout Christmas sweater and chose the ugliest design. I think Cain would fuck with eggnog to like, an uncomfortable amount. The casual outfit one was pretty boring but I've just been so obsessed with this, boring outfit I give her Mii- my girl is comfy . I was going to put her leather jacket over it but I,,, forgot to save the actual layers. I only have the PNG now whoops!

[ghost-bxrd]

You guys ever think about an AU where Jason goes to hound Tim through Titans Tower, and, mid pursuit—while Tim is screaming at him about the second Robin being his hero, tryin to crawl away in a trail of blood—realizes he’s become an even worse version of his own mother, who sold him out to the Joker?

Because I do.

[minty364]

DPXDC Prompt#128 Part 4

Danny could tell Jason was getting upset over the things he was telling him. He wanted to open up and tell him more about the past but it was painful. Eventually Danny might tell him the full story about how he died but for now focusing on what they needed to do from now would take priority. 

Jason took a moment to calm himself down before speaking and Danny was a little afraid of breaking the silence, “alright, here’s what we’re going to do.” Danny stayed silent waiting for Jason to continue, “I don’t like that belt, we’re getting rid of it, and then, I’m taking you somewhere safe.” 

Danny felt a little confused; it felt like Jason really cared about him even if they just met. The belt only shocked ghosts so he figured his soulmate would have little problems taking the belt off of him so he nodded his head. He was tired and even if he didn’t 100% trust Jason yet, if they were truly soulmates, Jason wouldn’t let anything bad happen to him. 

Jason reached out and gently touched the belt. It gave him a little shock and he tossed it away as soon as it was off Danny, who felt his strength finally returning. He took a few deep calming breaths, it's been quite a while since he was able to just exist without something terrible happening. He had forgotten what it felt like to have full access to his powers and ectoplasm again that the feeling felt amazing no matter what pain he was in. He could finally tap into his powers such as accelerated healing, which was already working on the damage on his chest. He was trapped within that facility for only a few months but the damage was already done. Being forced under the knife for days at a time where they treated him more like a dead body than a person had really done a number on his psyche. 

“Damn, I hated that fucking belt… Thank you” Danny finally said, Jason was silent the whole time just watching his hand where the belt had slightly shocked him. 

Jason took a few moments to process everything that happened and then sighed, “Why’d it shock me? You said it was set to shock you right?”

Danny glanced away and took a moment to think of what exactly to say next, “I’m not 100% sure actually. The belt shouldn’t shock a normal person.”

“The fuck are you then?” Jason’s sudden harsh words shocked Danny and he knew he let something slip, “... I accidentally touched it when I was you. That wasn’t a light shock like I just got.” Jason was still looking at his hands but when he looked up to see how terrified Danny was his face softened a little.

Jason took a shaky breath before speaking again, “You’ve been through enough, I… know I can be… intense, I’m just trying to figure out what the fuck is going on.” When Danny stayed silent he continued, “You mentioned ghosts earlier.” Jason paused again waiting for Danny to respond. 

Danny wanted too but he felt himself a little too scared to respond. Jason’s raised tone reminded him too much of how the GIW agents would berate him over everything. 

Jason sighed deeply and leaned back on the sofa, “alright, I won’t pry, but I think I know why it shocked me… I’m just trying to figure out why it shocks you so badly.” 

Danny could tell Jason was just worried about him so even though he didn’t want too he spoke up a little, “I know the reason it shocks me…” Danny said slowly and softly, “and I want to tell you, but I’m honestly a little scared. I haven’t had to tell someone this before and it honestly isn’t a pretty story.” Danny’s words were genuine, he really didn’t know how to even begin to explain to someone. It felt like something he shouldn’t say, not that he didn’t want too but if felt wrong down to his core. 

Jason nodded his head, “I get it, I’ll be honest, my backstory ain’t too pretty itself.” 

Honestly Danny didn’t know how he felt about that, knowing he wasn’t alone in hardships was both alarming and comforting. 

Jason nodded again, “Alright, I get it’s a touchy subject, you can talk about it when you’re ready.” 

———

Jason was a little peeved but he got it, he doubted if he could keep his cool when talking about his own death and revival. He was wondering if maybe being thrown into the pits might have something to do with how he got shocked by that damn belt. Danny didn’t seem to want to talk about that and Jason wanted to know but he also didn’t want to pressure him into talking about something he didn’t want to. He was a little pissed at himself for how he scared his soulmate.

Jason was also pissed this was how they met, he wanted to be the one to pull that trigger and even though he thought it was kind of hot that his soulmate finished the job, he was also jealous he didn’t get to pull the trigger himself. Danny said he had a fear of clowns and he was determined to keep him safe.

Jason was a little bit of a romantic and he wished he had a proper meeting like most soulmates got but instead he got whatever the fuck bullshit life Danny had. 

Jason took a deep breath after realizing his thoughts were spiraling out of control. He still had to figure out what exactly was after his soulmate, romance could come after he knew how to keep him safe.

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[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 168

So. Apparently halfas are like phoenixes or something, which Danny would’ve really liked to know. 

See, usually with ghosts if they’re forced to retreat to their cores they reform as was, but apparently, since they’re still partially living, schrodinger's people and all that, halfas have to regrow their body from scratch. At least that’s what he’s understanding from Frostbite. 

But how come he has to deal with it? It’s Dan’s fault for trying to pull such a stunt! Oh, it’s either him or Vlad? Well fuck, he might have calmed down and is going to therapy in both the living realm and the Zone, but he’s waaay not equipped to raise a child except for like, monetarily wise. 

Well dammit, how long will this core incubation thing last, he has his new job in… let him check which offer he accepted again… He has his new job in Coast City that he needs to finish packing for and then all the rest of the stuff to do. 

What do you mean it’ll take months?! He doesn’t have months?! Urgh, fine. At least being a mortician isn’t that exciting, nor dangerous. Just hand him Dan’s core and he’ll figure things out for the living side of things. He’s sure Tucker and Sam wouldn’t be against helping, if only to try and claim favorite aunt or uncle spots. 

[ariadne-mouse]

Doodle prompt: What ultimately convinced the Platinum Sanctuary to add grips for Athudashionus so he could hang upside down in the temple.

It was really a matter of dignity.

[starflungwaddledee]

Oooo starstruck dee has little stars at the bottom of her feet! Are they just aesthetic or would they make imprints into the ground? (like pawprints)

exactly like that! though she's not the only one...

edit: might need to add some additional dialogue to this to make it more clear, but a clarification in the interim; he knows about his own footprints. he's just surprised to see something similar already there when he knows he's only just landed. he lifts his own shoe to confirm that they're not identical (and also to reveal this to the viewer). seems his stoicism beat off the clarity in this one, sorry 😭

[crustyfloor]

Luka is very good at keeping himself composed on stage, mostly with the help of maintaining track of his heart rate, but during Mizi's attack in ROMH he seemed to slip up, not only was the red background a tell-tale sign of Mizi's violent intentions but it was a more symbolic way of showing Luka in quite visceral fear. Even if for only a second.

I'm not convinced Luka will be as continuously calculated as he normally comes off, it all seems too fake to me. Because it is. It’s a similar case to Ivan who can't feel, isn't normal, isn't human enough so he makes a persona to blend in. So Luka, whoever he is, makes this version of himself to cope with what he has to live through, pretending like he's on top of it all to survive in this world.

So in round 7, I think something drastic will happen to make him 'snap' in a way.

It's safe to say that we don't know Luka. We don't know who he really is. We don't know his real desires. But we do know one thing--he is scared. he is afraid of the aliens. That's why he appeases them--being their trophy. He's only kept around for his purpose as an entertainer and nothing else and he's very aware of that. He knows very well that a dented trophy will be discarded; with that mindset, he's been able to get so far, and he's scared of losing. That's why he holds any little thing he can get his hands on close. And an important extension of that fear is his fear of losing power.

Till should be the more likely in this position, given he's such a rebel. But isn't that just too predictable? Keep in mind, that Till is a strong person. Even after all he's been through, even after he's been beaten into something more manageable for the aliens--He still hasn't lost his spark. Till is a raging storm. subdued but nonetheless a force to be reckoned with.

Round 6's effect on Till is greatly ambiguous for now but at this point when the time for round 7 comes, Till has been put through so much hell. Whatever Luka does to provoke him probably won't work, he and Luka are equally talented individuals and will make for an intense battle, and at the end of the day, the numbers won't lie. Exactly that is what Luka is ready for but scared of--a worthy opponent for the throne. Someone capable of stripping him of his power. (Is fear what makes Luka so dismissive?)

It would be so aggravating that this 'pest'. who is so indignant, so rebellious (in a way Luka envies.), could so easily destroy everything Luka has worked for, disregard every pain Luka has been through to get to this point, and Till doesn't value this throne as much as Luka does, and Luka doesn't want to feel the pain of death anymore. If his facade is as destructible as I think it is, that will be what ultimately brings out Luka.

This idea may be flawed. Luka is so perfect, too perfect and confident and experienced for something as little as that to break him, just think of all the training Luka went through to get to this point. I'm positive he's very aware of what playing unfairly will lead to. But isn't there always room for a wild card?

Just remember what happened to Hyun-woo.

What happened here isn't fully explained (and probably will be in round 7) but imagine Luka: "Trophy child, goody two shoes" Luka possibly killing another human. Whether by accident or not, what happened?--what and how did Luka feel in the moment for the repercussions of whatever happened to be that bad?

A Luka that is secretly greatly insecure, pliable, and defensive enough that in a spur of emotions, he can’t help but lose his cool in a way he hasn’t in a while because he’s afraid—just to try and prove he is still valuable. That is the type of character I theorize we'll come to see in round 7.

[pixelatedraindrops]

Happy Birthday Yakou! 🚬💙🎉

The best roommate, mentor, boss, father figure and caretaker Yuma could ask for💕

I had to try to make something for him. I’ve grown to adore him almost as much as yuma as I kept putting them in various scenarios the past half year.

(its kinda for both of them since their birthdays are only a day apart from each-other??)

So yeah, birthday cuddles for them both~ 💜💙

[pearlcaddy]

lockwood & co appreciation week 💀 favorite ship

Locklyle [insp]

[ohmigoshiloveu]

If youre still taking art requests- emizel showing shilo and grefgor various cartoons. PLEASE. Another idea is shilo and emizel style swap cuz i think it would be pretty funny

Okay, so, um. This ask made me realize that I don’t watch a lot of cartoons??? Like I tried to think of something that Shilo and Grefgore would have a reaction to and drew a complete blank??? And then I realized that the cartoons I did get into are not the kinds of cartoons Emizel would admit to watching???? I’m so sorry I never thought not watching Family Guy or the Simpsons would mess me up like this.

Anyways I drew them watching one of the many many many slasher horror films I have also not watched instead

And two different types of styleswap

[wildstar25]

MiqoMarch Day 23 - Midnight

With their intended voyage into the void only a few days out, Arsay thought it the upmost importance that she steal her partner away to Kugane, that they might share one more fond memory together should things not turn out the way they plan in the thirteenth. It was as they crossed the very same bridge the miqo'te had once sat on together two years prior when Arsay gifted Y'shtola with a bracelet matching that of her own. A token of endearment which, Arsay confessed, she would have given to her fellow scion back then, had nerves not gotten the best of her. While their relationship has undoubtedly changed since the initial purchase of the jewellery, the sentiment remained the same. Y'shtola was someone who Arsay loved dearly and she will forever be grateful to have the seeker's life intertwined with her own. No matter where their free spirits took them, they would always hold each other in their hearts. A promise Y'shtola was more than willing to keep. She slipped the the string of beads around her wrist without a second thought. They were never to come off, not even when the two decided to delay their return to Radz-at-Han in favour of a private bath at the dead of night.

[thevioletcaptain]

🩲😳🫦

Dean’s not staring. He’s definitely not staring.

He’s so consciously and deliberately not staring that he sinks down a little lower in the driver’s seat of the Impala, just in case Cas happens to glance over and see him from where he’s standing like some kind of calendar model on the opposite side of the Smith Center Public Swimming Pool.

Not because he thinks he’s doing anything wrong, though. Cas is hot, and Dean knows that Cas is hot. He's long past having a crisis about the fact that he wants the guy. But he's off limits. He can't quite remember why he'd decided that he was off limits, but he's sure he had a good reason for it.

So he's not staring. And he's not hiding, either.

It's just that Dean doesn’t want Cas to see his face through the windshield, all distorted by the glare of the summer sun, and mistakenly think that he is staring.

Because he’s not.

But. Well. It’s kind of hard not to look, is the thing.

And looking isn’t staring. It’s just — seeing. With his eyes. Which he kind of can’t help but do. And is that a crime? Is it a crime to see?

Anyway, Cas is the one who decided to buy himself a neon green Speedo for the adult swimming lessons he’s insisted on taking now that he’s human again, and it’s hardly Dean’s fault if his eye is naturally drawn to bright colors.

That’s just… evolution. He thinks he read that somewhere, once. Survival instincts, ingrained over countless generations and hardwired into his monkey brain, so that he won’t accidentally put poisonous tree frogs in his mouth or whatever.

Not that he's letting his monkey brain take control right now. Not that he’s thinking of putting his mouth anywhere near Cas’ —

“You can’t park here.”

He jumps, his forearm pressing hard into the horn, and half a dozen people — Cas included — all turn to stare at him from the poolside.

Now they're staring. Not just looking. Definitely staring. Dean knows the difference.

Cas lifts his hand and waves.

It’s probably Dean’s imagination, given the distance, but he’s pretty sure he can see a bead of water — maybe sweat — trickling down his side. It starts near his armpit. Trails down over his ribs.

As Dean watches — looks, really, just happens to see — Cas pushes his fingers through his hair, and shakes his head, and an arc of droplets sparkles through the air around him before he drops his hand back down and wipes it off on his thigh. And now his thigh is wet again.

Who gave him the right to fucking glisten like that? Who the hell does he think he is?

“Sir?”

Dragging his eyes away from Cas, Dean glances up at the woman ducking down to peer in at him through his open window. She’s wearing a navy blue polo with the pool’s logo, and she’s missed a spot with her sunscreen, so there’s an oddly shaped patch of red in the middle of her forehead. The pinched-mouth expression on her face suggests that perhaps she's spoken to him more times than he’d noticed. He shakes his head a little.

“Huh, sorry, what?”

“You can’t park here,” she says, tone harsher than before, and points up at the staff only sign he’d missed when he arrived.

In his defense, the sign is kind of dull, and decidedly not brightly colored, and by the time he’d been pulling into the space, he’d already been kind of distracted by Cas and his glow-in-the-dark-and-the-daytime-too crotch.

Some part of him — the monkey brain, probably — desperately wants his eyes to flick back over toward the pool to see if Cas has decided to do any more post-swim stretching. He valiantly fights it. The effort uses enough brain power that he barely remembers that he's probably supposed to respond to the woman talking to him.

“Oh,” he says, finally.

She waits. Raises her brow. He figures he should say more.

“I’m not actually— I’m not staying. I’m just here to pick someone up. I mean, heh, that sounded wrong. I’m not trying to pick someone up, like, trying to score. I’m just here to pick up a guy. My friend. In my car. To drive him home.”

The woman’s eyes narrow a little, and she half opens her mouth like she’s not quite sure how to respond to his rambling but fully intends to, but before she can get a word out Cas is there, pulling open the passenger door. The hinges creak.

The scent of chlorine and sunscreen and Cas floods Dean's senses.

He glances over, no longer able to force himself not to, and has to bite down on his own lip to keep from letting out a deeply embarrassing noise when he finds him spreading his towel out on the seat so he can sit down, still wearing his Speedo. He drops the string bag with his change of clothes into the footwell and grins at Dean as he climbs inside.

"Don't worry, I won't get your car wet," he says.

Dean's brain is making a strange buzzing sound.

"Uhuh," he says.

“Sir,” the woman cuts in again.

Dean doesn’t even look at her, this time. Just waves a hand in the air and starts the engine as Cas buckles in. Pulls the seatbelt taut across his lap.

"You need to move."

"Yeah, we're going," Dean says.

“See you next week, Doreen,” Cas tells her cheerfully.

“Yeah,” Dean says, but his eyes don’t leave Cas. Maybe he is staring, just a little. “Maybe I’ll come, too.” [written for this prompt game] [find me on ao3 as imogenbynight 💚]

[trentcrimminallybeautiful]

i think the diamond dogs should play improv games just bc it would amuse me, an ex theater kid, specifically

[odestasocean]

odesta week day one: modern au

summary: singer and songwriter annie cresta hopes to enjoy some peace and quiet at her favorite spot on the beach to watch the sunset, but instead she ends up finding a camera whose owner appears to be nowhere in sight. until she spots him and discovers that he is not what she had expected.

Annie’s favorite time of the day is exactly 4:52 in the morning.

And her favorite activity at this hour is taking a stroll on the shoreline.

The summer air is just crisp enough that she’s able to wear one of her favorite knitted sweaters, but not cold enough that she needs to bring a jacket. The beach is just crowded enough that she doesn’t feel lonely, but not busy enough that she has to dodge kids running from every direction. 

The sun doesn’t rise for another hour or so, enticing her to find her usual sunrise-watching spot. It’s a twenty-three-minute walk from her apartment complex, yet it seems like no one knows of its existence apart from her. 

Annie’s only lived in her current apartment for six months. She moved out of her parent’s house three days after she graduated high school, and she hasn’t regretted it for a single second. She loved the small town of Auburn that she grew up in, but ever since she was little, she craved a life away from the mountains and toward the sea. The mountains were an endless cascade of enmeshment, enveloping her in their depths. No matter how far up she looked, she could never see the top of the mountains surrounding her. She felt trapped and alone which was a vast difference as to how she felt at the beach: limitless and complete. 

In her youth, she and her family had made frequent visits to the ocean-side town that was several hours away and those were her favorite memories growing up. She learned to associate the ocean with nothing but peace and belonging and happiness and early carefree mornings and picnics on the sand and late-night ice cream cones and laughter ringing in her ears. No other place could ever amount to it. 

So, in her later teenage years, she worked endlessly to save up enough money to afford rent for an apartment split between three roommates and herself. And that’s how she ended up in Carpinteria. It was a seven-hour drive from her hometown, but her road trip playlist combined with the ocean view fading into the sights of mountains always made it feel much shorter. She saw her family twice a year– once every other season– and she wouldn’t have it any other way. She adored her parents and her two older sisters, of course, but spending anything longer than a week with them at a time could only be equated to the backstory of any starving artist: judged for your passion, ridiculed for not pursuing an “actual job”, and constantly being worried about your family thinking you’re even less capable than they already believed to be true. 

See, Annie is an aspiring singer and songwriter. 

She has been determined to make this dream her reality since she was seven years old and has put in the work to do just that. Music has always been her safe place, just like the ocean. She knows that there is nothing she’d rather do with her life than create songs, but it’s not the most attainable dream to have. So, she works at a local cafe during the day and performs at a neighboring bar during the night. The money isn’t all that great, but she has ears that are willing to listen so it’s enough for now. She’s only nineteen (as of two weeks ago) after all, so she has plenty of time for her big break. And no matter what her parents and sisters say, she does not need a college education to get somewhere in life. 

4:52 AM is her favorite time of the day because that just so happens to also be the hour in which she feels the most inspired. Her favorite sunrise-watching spot is far away from any possible distractions so it feels as if there is nothing in the world except for the lapping waves and the words and rhythms forming in her mind as she takes a seat on a rock overlooking the ocean below her. 

Annie is just about to open her notebook to a fresh page so she can begin crafting her newest song when she sees something out of the corner of her eye. She turns to her right and spots a camera rooted in the sand.

It’s a shade of gray and adorned with a metallic blue strap that rests loosely beside it. Annie tilts her head curiously before looking around to see if she can spot its owner, but there’s not a living creature in a twenty-foot radius apart from herself and a seagull flying above her. So she closes her notebook, puts it back in her bag, and picks up the camera. 

Its display screen is still illuminated so whoever it belongs to must have dropped it just minutes before she arrived. She intends to immediately rise from her seat and begin searching for this mysterious photographer when the photo on the screen catches her eye. It’s a gorgeous shot of the ocean with the sun peeking out from the horizon and a dolphin jumping from the depths of the waves. 

“Wow,” Annie murmurs to herself as she admires it. She looks up again and finds that she and the seagull aren’t actually alone. She must have managed to miss the potential photographer in her search because he’s walking down the array of rocks and toward the sand. His back is to her so she can’t make out much of his appearance apart from the fact that his hair is blonde and his shirt is almost the same shade as the camera strap. 

Annie quickly stands and gathers her belongings with the camera in hand so that she can reach the man before he gets much further. She maintains her balance as she travels down the rocky path before trying to catch his attention, “Hey, you!” she shouts once she figures he’s within earshot. The man turns around, not seeing her at first, so an expression of confusion takes over his face. Once he meets her eyes, Annie holds up the camera and adds, “Is this yours?!” 

His confusion turns to recognition almost immediately as he jogs in her direction. As he fills in the distance between them, Annie’s able to get a better look at him. It turns out that his hair is more golden than it is blonde and his eyes are a shade of green unlike anything she’s ever seen before. He’s taller than she initially thought and his shirt is barely buttoned. She’s fairly certain that he’s the most beautiful man she’s ever laid eyes on. 

“Yeah, it is. Thank you so much,” he says with a relieved sigh. “I can’t believe I forgot it.”

Annie clears her throat and hands him the camera. “No problem.” 

He shoots her a smile in return and places the strap over his neck. “I guess I lucked out that someone else was in this area. I’ve never seen anyone visit this spot before.”

Annie returns his grin and says, “That’s funny because I thought I had this spot all to myself at this hour.”

“Ah, that would make sense then. I’m here an hour and a half earlier than I usually am,” he replies.

“Well, there you go,” Annie says with a slight nod. “I’m probably starting my shift at the cafe by the time you step foot on these rocks.”

Another flicker of recognition spreads across his face. “Is that cafe called Carpinteria’s Coastal Cafe by any chance?”

All of the self-defense TikToks that Annie’s seen on her for you page start appearing in her mind, reminding her that she shouldn’t tell a random man she’s never met before her place of work, especially when they are the only two people currently on this beach. But something in his kind eyes and easygoing smile makes her feel like he’s not a psychopath who’s going to kidnap her at any given second.

Still, she’s not going to just idly let herself end up on a Netflix true crime documentary. “And why would I tell you that, random-man-who-I’ve-never-seen-before?” she answers while crossing her arms over her chest. 

The recognition on his face immediately flares into embarrassment, a shade of red appearing on his cheeks. “Right. Sorry. I’m now realizing how that sounded so you definitely do not have to answer that. It’s just that my best friend, Johanna Mason is an assistant manager over there so I was curious if you knew her.” He holds up his camera before adding, “Thank you for finding this. I’ll leave you alone now.”

Oh, she certainly does know Johanna Mason. She should just let him leave because she knows for a fact that his best friend does not like her one bit and has surely said some rather crude remarks about her skill level as a cashier. 

But as he’s turning away, she can’t help herself. She doesn’t know what it is about him that’s making her not want their conversation to end. So, Annie stops him by saying, “Don’t you want to know the name of your camera’s rescuer?”

He turns back around and smiles softly in her direction. “I’d be honored.”

“Annie,” she says while holding out her hand for him to shake.

“Finnick,” he answers. “So you’re the cashier who wrecked the ice machine a few months ago?”

Annie bows her head in embarrassment. “She hates me, doesn’t she?”

Finnick laughs. “Jo hates most people, don’t take it personally. I’ve known her for ten years and have just barely managed to remain on her good side.”

“Okay, well, in my defense, that incident happened my very first week and I have learned my lesson since then,” Annie adds.

“No more ice machine casualties?”

“My record is clean,” she answers. “Apart from the one.”

Finnick grins and she can’t help but grin right back. 

“The picture you took is stunning by the way. I love the composition,” she says while pointing to his camera. 

“Oh, thank you,” he replies. 

“Are you a professional photographer?” 

“I wish,” he scoffs. “It’s just something I enjoy doing in my free time. Which lately, only seems to be this early in the morning, unfortunately.” Annie chuckles as he continues, “I’m a college student.”

“Oh, cool,” she says with a nod. “What’s your major?”

“Marine biology.”

“Nice.”

“What about you?”

“No college for me,” Annie replies. “I’m more of the starving artist type.”

“Let me guess,” Finnick answers. “A poet?” Annie shakes her head. “A painter?” Another shake. “An actress?” Another. “A singer?”

“And songwriter,” she adds.

“Very cool,” he says with an easy smile. “Would I have heard any of your stuff?”

“No, I just sing at local venues around town whenever there’s an opening. Just waiting for my chance to make it big, I guess,” she answers.  

“Well, I’m certain you’re extremely talented, Annie,” he compliments. “I bet your chance is right around the corner.”

Annie smiles again as Finnick’s phone starts to ring.

He pulls his phone from his pocket and scoffs. “Speak of the devil. Literally.” When he holds it up, a picture of Johanna flipping the camera off illuminates the screen. “Hey, Jo,” he says once he answers it. 

Annie puts her hands in her back pockets and nudges a loose rock with her shoe. She is not eavesdropping. She’s only picking up pieces of Johanna’s garbled phrases and Finnick’s replies and attempting to piece them together.

“Yeah, I’m free,” he says. There’s a pause and then either hat or cat is said. “You want me to watch Fluffy for an entire weekend?” Cat, she decides. Another pause and then a strained laugh. “I think you need to remember that that devil spawn ripped apart my favorite sweater the last time I watched him. Also, I think I need to remind you that one, your roommate hates me as much as that cat does and two, my landlord doesn’t allow pets.” Several moments pass and then Finnick sighs. “Yeah, okay. I’ll see you soon.”

“Fluffy?” Annie questions as Finnick’s phone is returned to his pocket. 

“Yep. But don’t assume he’s a cat who’s actually fluffy and also adorable. This one is hairless and cruel,” he answers. 

“Wow.”

“Yeah. Jo has a weird sense of humor. And an odd soft spot for cats. Especially old ones who were left on the side of the road five years ago.”

“Hm. I never would’ve gotten that impression from her,” Annie replies with a tilt of her head. 

“Well, unfortunately I owe her one and despite my nonexistent bond with Fluffy and having a pet in my apartment being against the rules, I will be watching him this weekend apparently,” he explains. 

“Bummer. Gotta admit though, I’m partial to cats so I think I’m on Fluffy’s side for this one,” she answers.

Finnick laughs. “Damn, I was hoping my ridiculously amazing first impression would’ve swayed you.”

“Nope, I gotta go with this rumored ‘hairless and cruel’ feline, sorry,” Annie says with a chuckle. 

This time, Finnick is the one smiling when a phone interrupts them. 

A text message chimes and Annie checks her home screen. “Well speak of the devil, yet again. Johanna wants me to come in early.”

“You’re kidding,” he says through a scoff.

“Guess she’s decided to unknowingly take out her devilish shenanigans on us both today,” Annie replies as she adjusts her bag on her shoulder. 

“Yeah, well, she actually wanted me to meet her at the cafe to pick up Fluffy because her roommate supposedly– and I quote– ‘cannot be left alone for one goddamn second with him or else something horribly catastrophic is bound to happen’,” Finnick explains.

“I’m very intrigued to see if he’s as awful as you and her roommate are making him out to be,” Annie remarks. 

“Oh, he is. I promise you.”

Annie grins and gestures outwards. “Shall we then?”

Finnick appears to be slightly taken aback for only a moment before a flirty expression washes over his face as he winks and says, “So my ridiculously amazing first impression did work after all?”

Annie rolls her eyes and starts making her way toward the sidewalk as he follows. She attempts to fight back a smile the entire walk toward the cafe.

[cyberllfe]

I spun the wheel o' doom and got...500 words. YES. In 500 words, perhaps you might describe Nines and Reader on a stakeout. The tension has been ratcheting up between them, and it suddenly breaks...but can they also keep their eyes on the (criminal) prize?

one RK900, packed into his little to-go container. he's only a little spicy. 😏✨ 500 words, rated M.

want a turn? prompt me.

“Is that them?”

“No.”

You sneak a glance at him, but he catches you looking. “And you’re avoiding the question. Are you embarrassed?”

Faking exasperation, you go back to scanning the windows and doors for light and signs of movement.

“I’m fine. It’s just getting warm in here.”

Nines leans marginally closer and for a moment you fool yourself that he’s aiming for a better view of the building.

“The temperature has been stable for the past thirty-six minutes.” You spear him with an annoyed look, undercut by the heat in your cheeks. He’s almost certainly able to spot it; you’re probably glowing in the dark in his vision.

This time when he leans closer, he holds your gaze. You hold your breath. His eyes reflect the distant streetlights as he studies your expression.

“Aren’t you supposed to be watching the building, Nines?”

“I am more than capable of multitasking.” His eyes travel down your face without shame. He’s trying to unnerve you on purpose—of course he’d wait until you were confined somewhere intimate to interrogate you. “Explain for me.”

Where you sit, leaned forward in the front passenger seat, you have a perfect view of the old apartment complex. Nines encroaches a little every time you refuse to answer a question; your space shrinks.

“I think we should focus on the case.”

You’re slowly dragging your gaze across the dark, empty windows when Nines’ fingers grab your jaw and turn you back to face him.

“I think you should focus on me.”

He’s no closer than before, but he’s looming in your view, broad and imposing without even having to move. Your breath has caught, your mind occupied solely with the firm press of his fingertips and the intensity of his attention.

“When you told Officer Chen you knew exactly what you’d do for me, what did you mean, detective?”

“Whatever she told you is an exaggeration,” you breathe, willing your heartbeat to slow. “You know what she’s like, she—”

“I heard you myself.”

“Oh fuck, I—”

“Is that what you had in mind?”

His thumb moves to brush the fullest part of your lips, fingers curling under your chin to tilt it towards him. He’s frustrating, he’s arrogant, but more annoying than that is he’s right.

No fucking way you let him have the last word.

“Put your seat back.”

You’ve lowered your voice and thrown every ounce of confidence you have into it as you stare him down. There’s the faintest curve to his mouth when he watches you, presuming defiance.

“Feeling confined, detective?”

As best you can with his fingers holding your face, you shake your head.

“No.” You take a breath and lean closer, your rush of bravery fuelled by adrenaline. “You want to multitask? Push your chair back. I’ll show you what I had in mind.”

A flash in the window.

Nines’ irritated grunt is sweeter than music, but he doesn’t let go.

“I’ll get my demonstration eventually.”

You grin wide.

“Yes, sir.”

[kelocitta]

I might try opening those artmonth style comms around December or late November, likely will be attempted via google forms so I can get a feel for people's requests and pick out a selection rather than first-come-first-serve. I've been very, very stressed lately so I want to be a bit more selective for test run prompts just for ease of completion.